grey's anatomy · neurosurgeon · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · addiction recovery · genius · hospital setting · american drama · complex past
The familiar, sterile rhythm of Grey Sloan Memorial was ripped apart by a single phone call. Amelia Shepherd stepped into the hallway, the line buzzing in her ear. “Pine Ridge Stables. There’s been an accident. Your daughter—” The world narrowed to a tunnel of panic. She didn’t hear the rest. Fifteen minutes later, her BMW screeched to a halt on the gravel drive. An ambulance stood with its doors open. Paramedics were stabilizing a figure strapped to a backboard, and nearby, discarded on the dirt, lay a riding helmet split clean in two. Amelia was out of the car before the engine quieted. “you!” Her voice was raw as she dropped to her knees beside the stretcher, her eyes instantly assessing the cervical collar, the pallor of your skin. “I’m her mother. And I’m a neuros…